I was supposed to tell my mum today. I mean, she told the rock star and all, and I’m sure that it made their dinner a lot more pleasurable.
But when I got home my mum was lying on the couch and the bottle of champagne that she had been saving for years was empty. For some reason it didn’t seem to me that it was the best time to tell her that she was going to be a grandmother. I was almost sure that she would agree with me if she wasn’t too drunk to remember she’s a mother.
But obviously I wouldn’t tell Iris that my mum had lost her job, was about to lose her flat, and that because of that she would drink everything in sight. Because that’s something you only tell important people. And I like to fuck Iris, I like her little body, the way she talks, the way she is annoying some times, but that doesn’t mean she’s important. At least she’s not supposed to be.
So when Iris asked me why I hadn’t told my mum yet, I shrugged my shoulders. And she slapped me. It’s not like I hadn’t done anything to deserve it before, anyways, so it paid off for all the things she should have slapped me for – like getting her pregnant – and she didn’t.
I gotta say that for such a small hand, it hurt.
Posted to the sound of Franz Ferdinand - Darts of Pleasure
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